“Contrary to popular belief, Mother's Day was not conceived and fine-tuned in the boardroom of Hallmark. Mother's Day started nearly 150 years ago, when Anna Jarvis, an Appalachian homemaker, organized a day to raise awareness of poor health conditions in her community, a cause she believed would be best advocated by mothers. She called it "Mother's Work Day." At first, people observed Mother's Day by attending church, writing letters to their mothers, and eventually, by sending cards, presents, and flowers. With the increasing gift-giving activity associated with Mother's Day, Anna Jarvis became enraged. She believed that the day's sentiment was being sacrificed at the expense of greed and profit. In 1923 she filed a lawsuit to stop a Mother's Day festival, and was even arrested for disturbing the peace at a convention selling carnations for a war mother's group. Before her death in 1948, Jarvis is said to have confessed that she regretted ever starting the mother's day tradition.”
I hate to admit this, but I’m beginning to adopt Jarvis’ sentiment.
My Mother’s Day tradition started as an escape for my Mother and I from the obligations expected of us on our “special day.” We wanted a day... no, two days, away from all the family/social obligations that surrounded our day. So I created “girls beach weekend.” Every April for the past eight years, I book a room in Cannon Beach for the second weekend in May. In past years, this has been a fun time for my Mom, daughter and I to hang out together, eat what someone else cooks, laugh, sleep in.
This year, five million other people also decided to spend Mother’s Day weekend at Cannon Beach. Every Mother brought her children, parents, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, grandparents, great grandparents, and dogs! dogs! dogs!
Bad pet owners came out in full force. We witnessed people screaming as their dogs ran, leashes streaming behind like kite tails. As any good dog owner knows, when dogs see their owner running toward them, screaming, the dog sees their behavior as a game and run even faster in the opposite direction. More than once we heard, “your dog just peed on my _________ (chair, leg, tent).”
My dog loves the beach, but for my own sanity, she was home hanging with hubby in our quiet house in the city. Are you seeing the irony here?
Most of our time was spent waiting outside restaurants to hear our name called, waiting to order food, waiting for food to arrive, or waiting for the bill, but we did manage to sneak in a few fun activities. We saw a fabulous live performance of Butterflies Are Free. Remember that 70’s movie starring Goldie Hawn? The play was a lot like the movie, but without Goldie, without Edward Albert, without the busy city of SanFrancisco. It took place on stage in an old theatre. Don’s Mother, played by Sue Meyers, also happened to be married to the manager of the Land’s End Motel where we were staying. She was our favorite!
This two hours was a nice reprieve from the crowded town and beach. If you happen to be in the area, Butterflies is playing through May 27 at Coaster Theatre in Cannon Beach, Oregon.
I loved this movie! It reminds me of my 20’s, when I could hang out in a bra and panties and look damn good doing it.
Goldie is so freakin’ adorable!
|Richard Bowman plays character Don Baker, and Sofie Kline is Jill Tanner|
in Butterflies Are Free at Coaster Theatre, Cannon Beach Oregon.
By Sunday evening, the beach crowds thinned, and my daughter and I took a long walk on the beach at sunset. She practiced a dance routine she’s choreographing and worked on perfecting her cartwheel.
Do you have Mother’s Day traditions? Please share.